My mouth grows dry, my heart thumps in my chest, and all my questions fall away except one.
“But…” I lick my lips—what was I going to say? His thumb, his thumb, his thumb. “Loving me is one thing. What about…”
“…sex?” His voice is as husky as mine.
I nod.
He completely closes the minuscule distance between us—Oh my God, he’s pressed against me, I’m going to die—and our bodies touch from neck to calves and suddenly something hardis poking my ass. He rocks his hips forward a little, making my world spin. I moan as desire pools in my belly and floods my dick.
“Still think that would be a problem?”
“No,” I whisper. “But…aren’t you straight? I thought you were straight.”
“So did I. Or I didn’t think about it, I guess. I just assumed I’m straight. We live in a very heteronormative society and I don’t spend a lot of time in deep thought over my emotions as you know.”
“I know.” I’m sure I have more questions, but his hands, his breath, his dick poking my assmakes me forget them all.